Working the goldmine
Pushing a pencil around
To make the weary world decide
and kick some life into the grind 

Scrape and scratch away on a clean slate 
Working the goldmine
Wax poetic books to climb
shaft of light and darken heart
to raise some life into the hard of heart 

Scrape and scratch away at your map and graphite grey
on a clean slate
Jump, snatch, grab for a form and chuckle
You've got to create, change 

Work, work, work the goldmine 

And all the fools in the world give in,
sell out, close down
You might as well open up your fair share

Work, work your own goldmine 

Salvation salesmen televise
peddling the shiny red plastic cups
They wish for spells that build your hopes
Don't hear a word - they'll rob you blind! 

Feel and feel again what it means to grasp event 
on your own fame
Think and think again just on whom it all depends
You gotta create, change

work, work your, work work work work the goldmine 

And all the gold in the world leaves you cold
if it did [bad word] from your own hands
You might as well buy this touch
your own way to that promised land 

All alone and build now
Find the hydra grey now
Burn the midnight oil now
In the light of day now

You've gotta work, work, work, work,
work, work, work, work,
work, work, work, work,
work, work, work, pick it up 

Work, work, work the goldmine
Work, work, work the goldmine
Work, work, work the goldmine